[center][b]~[u]Blackhawk[/u]~[/b][/center]
[i]"If you refuse to let her live, it seems that I'll be fighting you and that freak of a soldier."[/i]

"I'm pretty sure [i]you're[/i] the freaks here," Blackhawk retorted, greatly offended at being called a freak herself. Her job was to dispose of freaks, so naturally, being dubbed one didn't sit well with the woman. And hey, what do you know, instead of having to go out and find one, two freaks wound up coming to her because she'd just been making an attempt on a third one. Talk about a good deal!

The boy leapt up, above Blackhawk. His target must have been the girl. Golden opportunity. Taking a few quick steps back for good measure, Blackhawk took a moment to holster her pistol. A free-for-all between her and two freaks wasn't exactly the [i]most[/i] favorable battle, so she'd have to put herself on even ground. Blackhawk's now-empty right hand made a move for the pouch on her leg, keeping her left hand tight on her machete. She'd need her juice for this fight.
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[center][b]~[u]Phalanx[/u]~[/b][/center]
Phalanx recoiled back with the force of King's push. King was stronger and faster; this fight was proving that. From the start, she'd barely had time to react to the moves King was making. It was obvious that once this was over, she'd have to retrain herself and her men from the ground up.

For now, it was the best she could do to keep her shield up as best she could. There was always the possibility that she could just stall the fight until King had tired out, but Phalanx was well aware that odds were her own energy would run out before her foe's.
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[center][b]~[u]Necrohead[/u]~[/b][/center]
With a audible bumping noise, Necrohead slammed her head into Burnout's. Then took a few steps back, just in case. She gave him a moment to finally collapse, but...this guy [i]still[/i] refused to go down? And here Necrohead thought [i]she[/i] was tough; this guy had to have been wearing some kind of super armor.